Old Barn
An old barn along one of Iowa’s highways. There are fewer barns today than two weeks ago after the derecho came through and destroyed a lot of the barns.
Round, Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel, Never ending or beginning, On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Spinning silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind.... The Windmills Of Your Mind - The Thomas Crown Affair
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